Gripping her under the arms I lift her and trade places, sitting her on the desk as I devour her mouth, sucking at her lips and tongue. She places her hand on my chest, over my fucking heart as she pushes me back into a chair I didn’t even fucking see. I plop down heavily, hands massaging Lovely’s tits as she hurries to kick off her right boot and shimmy her pants and panties down. She bats my hands out of the way, pushes me back a little and then straddles me, the wet lips of her pussy kissing my cock as she slides my cockhead over her heated flesh, through her plump lips until she notches me at the place that will guide me home.
I grip Lovely’s hips as she slides down onto me, her head lolling back on her shoulders as she lets out a sigh. My lips graze her throat as I suck at her pulse point, wanting to love my woman as much as I can while she rides me in some old guy named Marvin’s office.
“Johnny, hmmmm, I love you so much.” She wraps her arms around my neck, burying her face in my throat as her pussy clenches around me.
“That’s one,” I whisper in her ear as I grip her ass, lifting her and dropping her down onto my cock as I thrust deeper and deeper until Lovely and I are as close as two people can be.
Lovely’s teeth clamp down into the soft part of my shoulder as she comes again, writhing desperately on my hard length, bathing me in her juices.
“That’s two. One more, baby.” I grunt as I suck on my thumb, then angle it between our bodies until I feel her swollen clit.
“Johnny!” she gasps, head thrown back, pulse fluttering at the base of her neck.
I massage her sensitive bud, fucking hard into her as she scoots her little ass back and forward, the friction of our two bodies working as one, building higher and higher until I can feel the tell-tale tingle in the base of my spine, my balls tightening and then Lovely shakes, reaching her peak her tight pussy clamping down and drawing out my cum as I roar her name. Lovely. My Ol Lady. My woman. My love.
Lovely
Johnny and I can’t keep glancing at each other as we dress, smiling goofy smiles and smacking kisses on each otherwhenever we can. The memory of Johnny’s face when I was on my knees has my belly doing flip flops and I’m glad that I managed to get past my mental block to try it. It’s not the same as it was at Eden’s Keep. This time Iwantedto do it. For my man. My Johnny.
“So sweetness, wanna tell me what got into you just then?” Johnny asks, cocking his dark brow.
“Well, how about I show you?” I slip the photograph that Rider slipped me out of my pocket, holding it up for my man.
Johnny’s eyes go wide before he scrubs a hand over his face. “Fucking Rider.”
“Wait, did you not mean to take this?” I ask, staring at the picture of Johnny in a tiny pair of leather shorts, his muscular thighs on display. His abs with that little bit of hair that I love tapering down into said shorts. His leather cut is thrown over the top, covering the chest I love so much, the one I rest my head on when I go to sleep.
“Well, no, I mean, I meant to take those photos, for you, and I have the album wrapped up to give to you later.” Pink stains the skin above his dark beard. “But I didn't think Rider would be handing out fucking teasers.”
I can't help the giggle that escapes me, “Well, I for one, am glad. And judging by what was happening in the bar room before we nipped in here, I think the whole Girl Gang might be happy about that.”
Johnny groans again, tipping his head back and looking up to the ceiling. “Now all the weekend riders on this damn run will think we’re all a bunch of horny bastards.”
“Babe,” I soothe, rubbing his chest, “They’ve seen how many kids the DRMC has. I think they might already know.”
Johnny gives me “the look” and again it makes me giggle. It may work on his men, but it ain't working on me. Or Bee.
He rolls his eyes when he sees it’s not working, then takes my hand. “Come on, we better get back on the road before my crew start fucking in every nook and cranny Marvin has.”
Johnny leads the way and I gladly follow, stepping into the bar that seems significantly tamer than when we left it. Blanche is sitting very chastely on Tav’s knee, Kaia is no longer writhing in Judge’s lap and Mira and Tank are back from the bathroom.
“DRMC and friends, let’s roll out!”
Chapter 15
Wire
“Remember this place, Retta?” I ask Rem over Bluetooth as we ride through Roxburgh.
The rest of the crew are back at the last stop, stretching their legs and probably making out, but Remy and I stopped long enough to pick up our card, then take a little ride through town. I have a gift for her and I figured this would be the best way to give it to her.
“Of course, this was Death Rider territory,” she says softly.
Even though Roxburgh is only a two hour ride from Rose Grove, we don’t visit much. Remy has some great memories of her family here, but her life in Roxburgh wasn’t idyllic. My woman grew up lonely and shy in a harsh world. Sure she’s tough and knows the score, but she deserves the peace that Rose Grove, the DRMC, me and Jovie can give her.
I angle my bike toward the post office in town and Remy’s arm squeezes a little tighter around my waist for a moment. Backing into a parking spot Remy’s body twists and wriggles and I know that she already has her helmet off and is fluffing her blonde hair. Remy isn’t just my woman, she’s an extension of me, and has been since we were fucking 13 years old.
The warmth of her body pressed to mine disappears as she dismounts, leaving me with that empty feeling I often get when a ride with Remy is over, but I suck it up as I take her in, beautiful smile on her face, her hands clasped in front of her as she waits patiently, holding out her hand for me.
